Abigail Romanova's Monologue and death [Nicholas Hawk 5]

It was time for the main event of the day.

─There it is... -. I tell Sophia before entering the cafeteria.

We both came here about six minutes ago but neither of us had entered yet.

─Well, let's get her. She goes in first. Signal me for when it's my turn to get involved.

As organized as ever.

Well. In that case, it's not like she can complain anyway. The most important thing at the moment is that I face her face to face with zero tolerance for the mistakes she may make.

I inhale.

I exhale.

I do this to relax a bit and not go say anything stupid that I can think of as soon as I look at it. I see how Sophia sits at one of the tables outside the cafeteria to disguise her presence, with this, I enter Starbucks on my own.

─Welcome. -. One of the managers of the store tells me that he was cleaning the tables.

I nod my head a little and without sharing words with the man, I approach the table where a brown-haired woman is sitting. Guided by the sound of my footsteps, the woman looks up at me, and she smiles from the depth of her heart.

I notice that he has her bag very close to her. Something unnatural coming from the person. If I didn't know her, I'd say she's bringing a gun or something like that with her.

The truth... I prefer to ignore those details. It's the bad habit after being tortured for so long by Sophia that it makes me one-sidedly distrustful of people I haven't had contact with in quite some time.

I take a seat at the table where she is, and in silence, I receive her greeting:

─Yes you came! I thought you were seeing someone else and that's why you weren't going to come, hehe, it's good that I was wrong.

...

How can I explain the Sophia part later? It will be something completely difficult even for me, who by nature has a calm and immovable attitude.

Of all my acquaintances, Abigail Romanova ranks second on the list of the most dangerous people I know. Therefore, it is best not to do something too risky.

By the way, the first place is Sophia Miller.

What do I say?

I can't directly tell her that I'm seeing someone else instead of focusing on her. At least I can't do it right now where she looks so suspicious.

I certainly can't trust her currently.

The first thing... that I was told to establish lasting relationships with other people, was that I should do the maximum that I could so as not to win a single enemy around me.

Complex would be liked by all people, therefore, she is fine if from time to time others dislike her. The detail is not to cross the line of hatred to reach true enmity.

A brief memory passed through my mind of when I was little and lived in Virginia, it was about how I earned the enmity of several neighborhood children for having said that they were all stupid without any kind of doubt. Oh well.

Anyway, I have my cell phone ready in case all of this gets out of hand. Sophia showed me that she brought a weapon with tranquilizer darts with her before she came here. When things get ugly, I will immediately send the message I have prepared earlier.

─I suppose... you have a very volatile imagination.

I didn't know what to say after the start. If he had said something too stupid, he might have missed a very important corporal.

If so, I wouldn't be surprised to end up with a lot of coffee on my face. Or in the worst case, with a bullet in my skull.

Neglecting myself is not an option.

Hehe, I thought the same. It is impossible for someone like you to get someone else in such a short time.

─... -. That's when I ran out of ideas to continue this talk. Therefore, it is time to change the topic of conversation: ─Yes, I think the same. Anyway, why did you want to see me here, Abigail?

Since it's not like I have all of Sophia's or college time at my disposal, I have to get right to the point.

Abigail Romanova, a brunette, with dual citizenship (American and Russian), is seventeen years old. She is 1'68m tall. She is tall enough for a woman. She naturally has a cheerful and positive attitude, but at present, I am not able to see absolutely any of those traits.

There is no sparkle in her eyes. She seems to give the impression that she is dead. Dark circles delineate her expression lines. Despite being beautiful, it's not like any of those facial features are pretty to look at.

I would even dare to say, with my bitter experiences and all, that Sophia might be more beautiful than Abigail right now. Something I hadn't thought of before.

She was surprised at my question.

But not because of the fact that she asked. But rather because it seems that I let escape something that I should not let escape.

─Does it bother you that she wants to see you? That... means, that you are dating someone?

My tone of voice was inappropriate. That is why she reached that conclusion on her own. I swallow some of my spit.

It was faster than she expected...

But the time is not yet for Sophia to get involved in this.

─Reply. Don't make me look like an idiot.

And this is the point of no return.

Everything that happens from here will be decided by my own good luck.

─Yes. -. It was the shortest answer I could give him.

I am not in the obligation or in the need to give you explanations in this regard. Just answering her questions is more than enough. But that only makes her anger grow that much more.

By simple reflex, I dodged an object that was thrown at my face. The violence also came faster than I expected.

The sound of porcelain breaking is heard in the cafeteria and catches the attention of everyone around.

Abigail, in her tantrum, wanted to break a cup of coffee using my face as a target to shoot. Luckily my brother is a basketball player, so I practiced with him several times and got really good at avoiding objects that were meant to hit my face.

The woman's expression distorted. Her true nature is out right now.

─Why?! -. She gets up from the table and grabs my shirt collar. Screaming at me with all the might of her.

Quietly, while she does this, I slip the phone into my right pocket and send the message she had prepared from there.

─Why do you think people fall in love? It wasn't really my choice. I just do my best to reciprocate her feelings, and I consider that to be correct in its fullness.

I feel a deja vù for a moment. Hm?

I have a feeling I've used those words before... but what...?

This is too weird, but I don't have the time or the will to overthink it.

B-but...! If you only reciprocate her feelings, it's not like you love her, right?!

...

It's stupid.

─Well, well. Abigail, would you do me the favor of letting go of "my boyfriend"? I ask you as an old friend.

He wasn't going to answer a stupid question like that.

At least.

He wouldn't do it in front of Sophia.

The [Queen of New York] makes her free entry into this dispute.